Murder by Death Page #3

It's nice to hear guests again.

- Thanks. You are?

- Bensonmum.

Thank you, Benson.

Bensonmum.

My name is Bensonmum.

- Bensonmum?

- Yes, sir. Jamesir Bensonmum.

- Jamesir?

- Yes, sir.

- Jamesir Bensonmum?

- Yes, sir.

- How odd.

- My father's name, sir.

What was your father's name?

- Howard Bensonmum.

- Howard Bensonmum?

Leave it. I've had enough.

Here we are.

The late Mrs. Twain's room.

She died in here.

- Oh, dear.

- Died of what?

She murdered herself

in her sleep, sir.

- You mean suicide?

- Oh, no.

It was murder, all right.

Mrs. Twain hated herself.

We keep this room locked.

- Why is that?

- Mr. Twain loved her very much.

He's kept her room just as it was

the night she choked herself...

...nine years ago.

Madam loved it here.

She said it was

the cheeriest room in the house.

- The doorbell.

- That was Mrs. Charleston.

- I thought she was here.

- I am.

I will not stay in this filthy room.

Very well, madam.

I'll attend to it during dinner.

- Thank you, Benson, sir.

- Mum!

- What?

- Bensonmum. Ma'am.

Baking flour.

- What?

- This dust is baking flour.

And these cobwebs- Candied sugar.

All placed here for the purpose

of frightening us.

And that mouse-

Obviously a mechanical toy.

- Silly.

- What is?

I am. It's real.

- Stop the car. We're here.

- That's why I stopped.

- Open my door.

- You have chocolate on your face.

The candy bar's on your face.

- Imbecile, that's my moustache!

- Lick it and see.

Wipe it off.

My hands are sticky.

Hold still, please.

Sloppy.

All in good time.

Yes?

Who's there?

Who's there, I say?

Filthy neighbourhood.

Didn't I say "jump"?

"Un, deux, trois, jump."

Why don't you listen?

- Leave me alone.

- Sloppy.

Who are you?

You must be the new kitchen maid.

I hope you can cook.

Answer me. Speak up.

What's that?

I can't hear you.

A little shy, are you?

Never mind.

There will be 10 for dinner.

Here is the menu.

Is that understood?

And dinner will be at 9:00.

When I want you, that bell on the wall

will ring three times.

All right. Get to work.

Operator.

I am saying, "Hello, hello."

- It's dead, sir.

- What?

Who is? Who are you?

The butler, sir.

The butler, eh?

I thought as much.

That phone has been out of order

for the past week, sir.

Is that a fact?

And I say that this wire

has been snipped not one hour ago...

...as you can plainly see.

What is your name?

Your little jest escapes me.

I am Monsieur Milo Perrier.

He was injured

by a falling gargoyle...

...while standing

in Chinese footprints.

We rang, a woman screamed...

...a mouse ran through the door.

As you can plainly see,

I miss nothing.

Since we can't call a doctor...

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